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MORE SANDERLING ACTION

Sanderling on Alston No.#1, 24 May 2020 (Mike Watson).

‘EVERY ARCTIC-BREEDING SHOREBIRD THAT LANDS AT ALSTON IS A PRIVILEGE’ is what Gav said about the first of this year’s Sanderlings and in the continuing strong westerly winds our walks elsehwere on our local patch had not been productive, so a trip to No.1 was the obvious choice this morning. It was feeding along the sheltered west bank of the ‘velodrome’ that is Alston No. 1 at the moment. Alexander is getting there in stalking birds and was able to get very close to it, being much smaller than me! He also managed to move it along to me, down to within minimum focus at times, it was easily the tamest of the eight Sanderling I have seen here so far this month. Fab-u-lous!

We still have a lot to learn about where the Sanderlings occurring in the UK breed in the Arctic. It could be Siberia (there is a recovery from there ringed on the Norfolk side of the Wash) but Tees-side-ringed Sanderlings have staged in Iceland, maybe bound for East Greenland or even the Canadian Arctic? It is amazing to think where the little bird today is bound for. Bird migration is awesome! Thanks to Gavin Thomas for finding today’s Sanderling.

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SANDERLINGS AT ALSTON

One of five Sanderlings at Alston Reservoirs (all images by Mike Watson) CLICK ON IMAGE FOR LIGHTBOX

‘HAVE YOU GOT ANYTHING THIS MORNING?’. ‘Five Sanderlings on the east bank of number one’ was Gavin’s answer. Great, Alston’s No.1 reservoir is only 2km away from Red Bank, Ribchester as the crow flies, where I was at the time (Carrion Crow is the commonest bird on my Ribchester patch BTO Birdtrack walks these days by the way) but with lockdown easing I don’t feel bad about driving to Alston now. The Temminck’s Stint earlier in the week remained on the wetland and therefore out of range of the camera but number one usually offers photo opportunities. I had only managed a couple of Little Egrets of note during a quiet walk along the riverbank this morning so the Sanderlings were an exciting prospect. We chatted about the small number of Arctic-breeding shorebirds that we get in spring in East Lancashire, for instance where was their last landfall? Knowing how far shorebirds fly non-stop on migration we might get a surprise if we knew? Gav’s right in saying that every time we get to see an Arctic shorebird at Alston it is a privilege!

In fine sunny weather shorebirds do not usually bother to stop here so we look forward to rain in spring for this reason but it seems that today’s blustery northwesterly wind was also enough to do the trick. The low water levels at the moment at Alston mean that shorebirds will see a lovely pale halo around the water as they fly over the Ribble Valley, which ought to be something of a magnet for them. Also the increased distance from the water’s edge to the top of the bank right now also means that the zillions of tresspassing dog walkers are less likely to flush shorebirds as they walk around, unless their dogs are off the lead of course. Happily the Sanderlings were confiding and approached me along the stone bank, they look great at this time of year in their lovely ‘Kelloggs Frosties’ breeding plumage. I was also happy not to flush them and leave them refuelling for their next flight.

I plan to write something about my birding during lockdown soon, now we can talk a bit more freely about it. I have certainly reconnected with birding and even Alexander has shown an interest too. I have managed to see over 100 species in the Ribble Valley between Pendle Hill and Alston during the lockdown as well as taking my Ribchester patch list over 100, which is not bad considering it is mostly agricultural land inland on the ‘wrong’ side of t’Pennines and how little wetland habitat it has. Thanks to Gavin Thomas for finding the Sanderlings, they brightened up my day!

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PENDLE HILL DOTTEREL

My first dotterel on Pendle Hill for four years, how times have changed! CLICK ON IMAGES FOR LIGHTBOX

DOTTEREL IS BECOMING A RARE SIGHT ON PENDLE HILL. As their numbers become fewer, they are ever more difficult to find as they stopover in East Lancashire on their way north each spring. Ironic that this year has seen the least disturbance on Pendle in recent memory, with hardly anyone making the hike up there, following the dubious closure of the Pendleside footpath. It would still have been a great place to keep your distance from other folks and much less risky than lots of places that were kept open. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this subject and came to the conclusion that the trip to the supermarket is infinitely more dangerous! Nevertheless, the finder rightly didn’t want the news broadcast despite the easing of lockdown allowing local folks to visit, in the knowledge that it would attract twitchers from much further afield. We were already aware of a birder making three c.100 miles round trips to Pendle the previous week in the hope of a dottie. We also thought that if this showy bird by the path to the trig point wasn’t battered by loads of toggers, as usually happens, it might attract some more during its stay but this proved not to be the case even with the lack of the usual endless stream of hikers and dog walkers with their animals off the lead. There really are fewer dotties now than even 10 years ago, a sad situation! The concensus is that this is a first summer female, any other thoughts are welcome.

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THE SNOW LEOPARD

The Snow Leopard carefully picks its way down the near vertical cliff face CLICK ON IMAGES FOR LIGHTBOX

THE Snow Leopard that is! Well, the best encounter of the 13 sigthings we had on my recent Wild Images/Birdquest Ladakh Snow Leopard special tour. Our visit to little Saspotsay started very slowly with a couple of unproductive short birding walks. There were a few Hill Pigeons among the Rock Doves but alas no Snow Pigeon. A Golden Eagle was sky dancing over the cliffs that tower over the small village and a few Robin Accentors and Cinereous Tits were in the bushes that line the fields below. We had just decided to explore the vicinity of the monastery that overlooks the village but as soon as we rolled up there, we got a call on the radio, ‘Snow Leopard!’. Not only was it a Snow Leopard but it was at a kill in the village! Nazir demonstrated his awesome driving skills in turning the minibus on a sixpence and we raced downhill to where the boys were gathered, behind the village looking up one of the narrow ravines that emerges at the foot of the tall cliffs. They told us that the cat had left its kill, an ibex wedged between some large boulders. The leopard had forced the poor ibex off the cliff and it fell to its death on the rocks below. Even more amazingly, the kill was directly behind one of Jigmet’s Snow Leopard Conservancy’s Himalayan Homestays! A villager had simply shouted to him ‘There is!’… ‘There is what?’ he wondered for a few seconds! Anyway, he was already arranging access for us and we were soon drinking masala chai in the yard of the homestay and waiting for the leopard to return to its kill only around 50 metres away.

‘The cat is here!’ said Jigmet

In typical style, Jigmet said ‘the cat is here’, I’ve heard him say this lots of times now!  The cat was indeed here, sitting high up on the crag looking down at the kill. I had been so sure that it would approach down the narrow ravine it had disappeared into but no, this incredible animal thinks nothing of climbing up and down sheer cliffs. Time went by and local folks came and went too, taking a look at the cat, excited kids held up by their mums so they could see. At last the leopard tired of the magpies bothering it and came down, more or less straight down, except for one small detour around a vertical section. Wow! An amazing show of agility. Even a passing Wallcreeper spotted by Jacob couldn’t distract us! We hid out of sight for a short while so it would continue all the way to its kill and then it proceeded to tuck in, starting with the intestines and juicy bits. An awesome experience but we did feel a bit sorry for the female ibex. We returned to our mountain homestay very happy after a very exciting day! Maybe it was the excitement, but I was still at 89% oxygen saturation this evening or maybe I was still struggling after the exertion of the Spango hikes a couple of days earlier?

 

Well there wasn’t really a question about where we would start the following day. We were back at Saspotsay before dawn in the hope of some more Snow Leopard action. However, there were far too many other folks with the same idea, a traffic jam of taxis and minibuses clogged up the tiny village’s streets. The leopard was also clearly full after a night at its ‘all you can eat’ ibex buffet. Although it was still on view, for a while at least, before noise levels grew too high, the views and light (in now overcast conditions) were nothing like the previous afternoon so we went off to look at the monastery. The government-funded road stretches a little further each year and has now reached the monastery but there wasn’t anything going on here either so after a lunch gathered around another second-hand Indian army wood burner at Jigmet’s son’s in-laws we headed back to Ullay. We had another enjoyable session watching the White-winged Grosbeaks, cracking rose hips again in the lower fields. At dusk the female flew into the sacred juniper tree, next to Nilza’s place, the only bird I’ve ever seen in it. Finally thanks a lot to Mr Snow Leopard himself, Jigmet Dadul, veteran of way over 300 Snow Leopard sightings and his Snow Leopard Quest team, without whom none of this would have been possible.

The party’s over. Next day Snow Leopard tourists at Saspotsay.

Sleepy Saspotsay. The Dzo (Yak X cow cross) has no idea of the danger lurking nearby.

Sleepy Saspotsay. The Dzo (Yak X cow cross) has no idea of the danger lurking nearby.

Commander Jigmet Dadul co-ordinates another Snow Leopard encounter.

Our minibus driver, Nazir from Kargil. If there is a better mountain bus driver I didn’t meet him yet.

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